And It All Turns to Ashes poetry

Individually they

flutter

together a curtain drawn

to be amazed by.

Nature often gives

and takes away;

it often shares the simplest of scenes

which gifts us a

calm smile

enjoying the vivid white brightness

perhaps the scarlet blood drop of a cardinal

on the feeder or

the woodpecker’s vivid bonnet.

then the flakes slow

a scattering against

lifting clouds

and as the sunlight breaks through

it all turns to ashes.

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